Title: Through The Looking Glass
Sequel to: Realizations
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Sam, Cas, Lois, Lex, and others...
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: After the kiss they shared on the side of the road things are horribly awkward between Dean and Chloe, especially now that Bobby and Sam have joined them. And then, when a stranger intervenes in a very drastic way, Chloe wakes up to time loss, apparent memory loss, war, people she should know but doesn't, Lois, and a very touchy-feelly Dean Winchester.
She shouldn't have kissed him.
Chloe knew that they had way bigger issues to deal with (like the whole unknown prophecy, and her insane dad chasing after them) and yet she couldn't get her mind off of the kiss she'd shared with Dean. The blonde still couldn't figure what had given her the idiotic courage to do it. Now things were horribly awkward between her and him. The kiss had been nearly a week ago, and yet Dean had yet to get comfortable with her once more. Also, he was no actor, and so it was more than obvious that he was uncomfortable.
Sam (who'd met up with them in Wyoming) eyed them curiously with Bobby (who'd joined them in Nevada) neither hunter asking what was up between the two, but it was obvious in the looks they shared that they knew something was going on.
Dean refused to be alone with Chloe, and if the group had to split up to do things he always volunteered her to go with one of the other men. It gave her the opportunity to get to know Sam and Bobby better, yes, but it was more than obvious what was going on and it hurt the girl.
She should never have given him that damned kiss!
It'd screwed up everything!
And anyway, what had she been expecting anyway when she'd done it? She'd taken Dean's feelings and ran way ahead of everything, kissing him. Just because she was obviouslyimportant to Dean didn't mean that it was in that way! She'd let herself get in over her head and did something that had endangered everything they'd built together!
She was so stupid!
And they didn't have the time to just sit down and have that awkward conversation they needed to have.
They didn't know who they could trust anymore, the boys having hesitated this whole week before deciding to drive up to where their father was and finally let him in on the little crisis that was going down and see if maybe he had some sort of insight on what the hell was going on with them and this whole death-duel that was looming over their heads.
Chloe sat on the bed in the motel room she stayed in alone, the bag with the few second-hand clothes she'd bought thrown in by her side. She'd sent Clark and Pete a quick message a while back letting them know something was up and she had to disappear, but that she'd be back and she was fine. She'd then done away with the phone since Sam reminded her that she could be traced with it.
The blonde stared ahead of her, nibbling on her bottom lip, not sure how much later she could deal this unease between her and Dean.
She needed to talk to him!
Whether he wanted to or not!
Standing, nodding her head in determination, the blonde grabbed her bag and marched towards the door, flinging it open to see Dean standing there with his hand raised to knock.
The girl's eyes widened.
So did Dean's, before he cleared his throat and moved the hand he'd been about to knock with to run behind his head. "Bobby sent me to tell you that we're leaving in five minutes."
"Oh." Chloe whispered.
Dean stared down at her, something odd happening in his eyes before he shook his head and turned to go away. "Well, we should-."
"We really need to talk." Chloe reached out and grabbed his hand, tightening her grip to keep him from leaving, her head lowered as she closed her eyes tightly. "I'm sorry."
There was a long hesitation, and then Dean cleared his throat. "For what?"
"Kissing you." She pushed the words passed her lips. "I overstepped my boundaries, and clearly made you very uncomfortable, and I'm sorry." The blonde cleared her throat when her voice squeaked at the last word. "I just want you to know that you don't have to worry, okay? I didn't expect anything from you so I'm sorry if you thought that. I promise I willnever do that again."
Dean was silent.
Chloe let go of his hand. "I just hope things between us can get back to normal and you don't have to keep shoving me off on Bobby and Sam because you're so uncomfortable around me." She walked passed him, slinging on her backpack, forcing a smile on her face when another door opened and Sam and Bobby emerged, the girl sliding up to Sam and looping her arm around his as she pulled the chuckling guy towards the car he'd 'borrowed' from someone somewhere. "So, who gets the first shift driving?"
Sam had been just as melancholic as her due to having to leave Jess behind for only god knew how long, and the two depressed people had gravitated towards each other for platonic comfort. "Me."
"Fine." She made a face, pretending to be upset despite the fact that she'd gotten used to being driven everywhere by Dean. "But the moment you get tired..."
"Yeah yeah yeah." Sam chuckled, pulling his arm loose from her grip to place it around her shoulders and lead her towards the parking lot. "So," Sam leaned in low, his lips nearly touching her ear as he whispered. "Have you two made peace yet?"
The smile slipped from her lips as she turned her face to his, shaking her head.
Sam sighed, leaning his forehead against hers, despite how awkward and uncomfortable it must be for him considering their height difference. "He'll come around eventually, you just got to give him some time and remember he's...special...when it comes to emotions."
Chloe closed her eyes, accepting the comfort he offered.
Suddenly Sam jostled forwards, nearly losing his balance. "Hey! Watch it!"
"Sorry." Dean mumbled as he walked passed towards the Pala, having bumped into his brother on the way to the car.
Sam watched his brother before shaking his head and motioning to Chloe with his head towards the car they were using. "I was thinking, until the idiot stops acting so weird, that maybe I should sleep in your room when we stop for nights at motels." He slipped into the driver's seat and waited for her to do the same before continuing. "It doesn't make any sense to let you stay in a room by yourself in which you could be kidnapped during the night and we wouldn't know. And anyway, we're paying for an extra room we don't need. We'll just get two twin rooms. Dean can bunk with Bobby and me with you."
"I don't see why not." Chloe mumbled, thinking it over as they pulled out into the road. "I don't have a problem with it, and I don't see why anyone else should either."
Sam's lips pulled back in a smirk. "I don't know about that, but until he stops acting like an idiot he doesn't have a say."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Dean wouldn't have anything against us sharing a room."
Sam chuckled darkly. "Yep. Of course not. He'll be thrilled."
"Jess would have more problem with it than Dean." Chloe pointed out.
"Nah." Sam shook his head. "Not only does she trust us, but she's not the possessive type. Especially not when it comes to you." He sent her a sideways glance. "She knows that neither of us could ever see each other as a romantic interest, not anymore at least."
That was true.
Back in Stanford when she'd met him there'd been potential for a romance, and some sparks, but that was all it'd ever been and those sparks had quickly converted into sibling affection.
"Don't get me wrong," Sam made a face. "If I'd never known Jess I'd be jealous as hell of my brother..."
Chloe leaned her head hard against the headrest and sighed as she stared at the road ahead of them. "I kissed him."
Sam nodded slowly. "And?"
"And he's now avoiding me." Chloe wondered why Sam expected more.
"Wait." Sam's blue/green eyes widened as he sent her a quick, startled, completely disbelieving look. "You're telling me that the reason he's like this is because you kissed him?"
"Yeah." She nodded slowly.
"When did you kiss him?" Sam squeaked.
"As soon as we got a lot of distance between Viktor and us." Chloe murmured.
Sam's eyes widened nearly comically. "You're telling me that that was the first time you and my brother ever kissed?!"
"Why is that so surprising for you?" Chloe asked in confusion, cheeks blushing as she realized that this shocked the hell out of him.
What had Sam thought was going on between her and Dean?
"Oh wow." Sam leaned hard against his seat, eyes wide as he chuckled in disbelief, running a hand over his hair. "I can't believe-so that's why-that retard!"
Chloe's eyebrow rose in confusion.
Sam laughed in dark amusement, shaking his head. "Okay, things are slowly starting to make sense to me now."
"Well that's good, because you're totally lost me." Chloe chuckled softly, awkwardly.
"Chloe, please tell me that you see it like the rest of us." Sam pleaded, eyes wide on her. "Please tell me that you get why he's acting this way!"
"Of course I do." She whispered. "I clearly overstepped my boundaries and-."
"Oh for the love of-Chloe!" Sam rolled his eyes. "That's not the reason at all! Jesus." He sighed darkly. "Chloe, the reason why Dean's acting the way he is, is because-."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror as her gaze returned to the front and she saw the man standing in the middle of the road, facing them, hands in his pockets as he just watched them speed towards him. "SAM! WATCH OUT!"
Sam's gaze returned to the road and he cursed as he swerved violently, but the speed he was going at was their ruin.
As the car flipped sideways in the air, Chloe watched the unfamiliar man turn to face them, watching intently, right before the car slammed down onto the asphalt and everything went black as glass broke and metal crunched.
Uriel shot up, eyes wide as he felt that wave of immense power ripple across the globe.
What had that been?
And why did he have a feeling of foreboding?
While the last thing Chloe could remember before everything went black was the crash, when she awoke things were very different. For one thing, she wasn't as hurt as she would have expected given the crash, only sporting a couple of bruises and scratches. The other thing was the fact that she wasn't at a crash site or a shitty motel room or a hospital bed.
She was in some sort of observation room, and yet she doubted that it belonged to a normal hospital because there were sigils and symbols of every kind, drawn in so many different substances (many of them seeming blood). The walls were clouded and smoky mirrors, and she was almost sure they were two-sided mirrors.
Had the man who'd been standing in the middle of the road been a Dalakis?
Had they taken her back to the fold?
If so, what the hell were they doing?
What was this whole damn thing?
"Let me out you freaks!" It probably wasn't good to piss these people off, but Chloe needed to provoke them into doing something other than watching her from the other side of the mirrors. "You think you can just cause an accident, kidnap me, and get away with it? You fucks!" She kicked at one of the walls. "Dean's going to kick your asses! And Sam's going help him!"
And then...the sprinklers above rained down on her cold and shocking.
She shivered, hugging herself. "Is that the best you've got? You're going to wet me into submission? Yeah. Real creative." The blonde shivered, her teeth clattering as her gaze followed a mechanical whirr, realizing that above the sprinklers, safe from the water, was a camera following her every move.
Annoyed beyond belief, Chloe stared straight up at the camera and flipped the viewers off.
A small little section in the door slid open enough for something to be slid into the room.
A silver dagger.
The girl eyed it curiously, before her gaze suddenly widened and went to the symbols once more.
"Ohm..." Chloe went to the walls once more, placing her hands flat against the mirror as she stared at her own eyes, knowing that it would seem as if she was looking at whoever was on the other side. "Are you guys actually hunters? Because these symbols and the cameras and the-is it holy water?" She wiped the water raining down on her from her face. "Are you bathing me in holy water?" She brought a little of the water to her mouth and tasted it. "Mixed with salt."
The water cut off.
The whole hunter theory was becoming more plausible by the second...but what exactly had happened between the accident and here? And why was she being tested?
Going towards the silver dagger, Chloe made a face as she raised her arm and cut herself enough to draw blood. "Uh, so, no silver allergy." Her eyes widened. "Silver-camera-I'm being tested to see if I'm a shape shifter." She dropped the bloodied dagger, going back to the wall, ignoring the blood draining down her arm as she placed her hands against the mirror once more, wishing she could see the other room and not just her reflection. "Why do you think I'm a shape shifter?"
There was no answer.
Annoyance took over her confusion.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" She slammed her fists into the mirror, causing it to shake. "ARE YOU THE ONES WHO MADE SAM AND I HAVE THAT ACCIDENT? IS HE OKAY? WHERE ARE DEAN AND BOBBY? WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?"
"ANSWER ME!" She felt a little dizzy and leaned her forehead against the mirror before turning and sliding down the mirror wall, sitting on the wet ground, realizing that she was bleeding more than she'd expected. She must have cut deeper than thought.
There was a thundering sound, and then the door's bolts were undid and it was kicked in, a figure backlit by the light standing in the doorway before hurrying inside the room and kneeling down in front of her, his calloused hand brushing her wet hair from her face. "You cut too deep you idiot!"
"Dean?" She asked in confusion before whimpering as she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "I was so worried about you!"
He hesitated for a split second before wrapping her in his arms so tightly it nearly hurt to breath, his grip trembling. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"What happened?" She whispered, pulling away enough to stare in his face. "The last thing I remember is that man in the middle of the road, and then the crash, and then I woke up here and-why was I being tested to see if I was a shape shifter or demon or ghoul or-?"
She didn't get the rest out.
And the only reason why was because Dean's lips were on hers and he was kissing her as if his life depended on it. The kiss was completely different than the one they'd shared, this one utterly desperate and urgent and she tasted salt that didn't come from the water covering her.
Pulling away slowly, eyes wide and face burning, Chloe stared up into Dean's red eyes in confusion and a little fear. "You-did you-did we-why did-who died?" She was just so shocked and confused, and the kiss had left her half stupid as she stared up at him in confusion before tightening her grip on his shirt. "Did Sammy die? Is that why you're seeking some sort of emotional reassurance or-uh-? What happened?" She then suddenly realized something she hadn't in her fear, her eyes widening in horror as her hands went to his face softly, carefully. "How did you get that scar? Were you in an accident too?"
Dean stared down at her face before letting out a tormented sound and pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly once more, as if he refused to ever let go of her.
Chloe wrapped her arms around him, unsure of what was going on, yet so relieved that Dean was back to being normal...ish...with her.
There was a movement in the door, and Chloe's eyes widened when she saw Sam and a guy she'd never met before standing there, watching her.
"How is this possible?" Sam asked the other man.
"I felt a ripple for the first time in so many years." The other man responded, eyeing her oddly. "Someone very powerful is responsible for this."
Sam's gaze turned towards her, hopeful, yet reserved. "Hello, Chloe."
"You're fine." Chloe tried to pull away from Dean but he was resistant, so she just stayed there. "I was so worried, after the crash-."
"The crash." Sam echoed the word, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.
"The crash we were in...right before I woke up here?" Chloe asked in confusion, and when Dean let go of her (as if sensing her mounting worry) she leaned hard against the wall, eyeing them all warily. "What's going on? Where are we?"
"You don't know where we are?" The other guy asked in confusion.
"Would I be asking if I knew?" She snapped in her growing fear as she eyed them all.
Something was off.
Something was really off.
Sam and the guy shared looks.
Dean's eyes narrowed on her slightly as well. "How can she not know this place?"
"Why should I?" She snapped at him. "I've never been here in my whole life!"
"Never-?" Sam's eyes widened.
The other guy took a step into the room. "Tell me about this crash you remember having."
"How about you tell me who the hell you are before I go answering any of your questions?" She was starting to hyperventilate as she stood.
Dean's and Sam's eyes widened in utter shock.
The man froze. "You...do not...know me."
"Should I?" Chloe looked between the three of them, her hands pressed against the wall behind her.
Dean stood, eyes never leaving her, although he was obviously talking to the other man in the room with them. "What's going on Cas?"
Cas, this other man, eyed her curiously before coming closer. "I will not hurt you, but I need to touch you."
"I thought you couldn't-?" Sam turned to Cas, eyes narrowed.
"There's residual power emanating from her, I can use it if I don't hesitate too long." This Cas guy declared.
Chloe pressed harder against the wall, not understanding what they were talking about.
"It's okay baby." Dean's voice was reassuring and soft. "Just let Cas do his thing."
She turned to look at Dean in shock at that unexpected pet name and thus didn't notice the other man's quick approach until his hand was pressed to her forehead and then her breath escaped her as her mind seemed to be invaded.
In seconds it was done and the both of them were near faint, Sam steadying this Cas guy, while Dean wrapped his arms around her.
She trembled, confused, worried, and nauseas from whatever that guy had done. "The hell was that?"
"You shouldn't have taken the risk Cas." Sam scolded the guy softly, worriedly. "You aren't what you used to be."
Cas brought a hand to his head before turning to Chloe in surprise. "She was sent here."
"Sent here?" Sam frowned. "By who?"
"Who the hell cares? It's really her!" Dean snapped at his brother before his light hazels went to Cas. "It is her."
"It is." The other man nodded his confirmation. "And yet...not exactly."
"What do you mean?" Sam's blue/greens were narrowed. "What did you find out?"
Chloe looked between them all, confusion mounting.
"I don't give a fuck." Dean hissed, bending down and picking the surprised girl into his arms bridal style. "I'm taking her to the infirmary to get her arm looked at. It's bleeding too damned much and I'm not about to let her bleed out here while you two go over unimportant particulars."
Sam opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and moving out of the way.
Dean stormed out of the room into the corridor, which was run down and very unhygienic, people whispering and making way as he stormed down the hallway with her.
Chloe had never seen any of these people before, nor this place, and yet she could see recognition in their eyes. Some gasped in horror and pulled away, some people had tears in their eyes, and yet others looked like they wanted to come closer and but didn't dare to.
Where the hell were they?
What the hell was going on?
And why couldn't she remember any of it?